gratitude-a-thon day 2075: the unusual (part one)

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Our travels took us through Puglia and Basilicato, the heel of the boot.

I feel as ancient as the 9,000 year old city we just came back from! But the jet lag is a teeny tiny price to pay for such an extraordinary trip.

So, just to give credit, where credit is due, and boy is it due, I must call out Linda Plazonja of Morso Soggiorno. She is the reigning Queen of curated travel. This is the second trip I’ve taken with her company and it will not be my last. Check out her website, for future trips, or just because it’s so pretty. Not all her voyages are yoga retreats, but this one was, as was my first. Our gifted yoga teacher Roni, of Roni Brissette Yoga is so enormously adept at inspiring while gently nudging us each toward our potential, I feel like Iyengar himself after each class.

I had never been to Southern Italy before, that place right at the heel of the boot. I also hadn’t done much research on our itinerary, because I knew I was in good hands (Linda’s) and it would be awesomeness and work and life took over, so I just went with it.

You can’t judge a book by its cover and that goes for monasteries, too.

Which is what actually made it even more stunning and even more fun. Our first few days were spent staying in a former Franciscan Monastery,  ll Convento di Santa Maria di Costantinopoli . No none of the monks were there, but you wouldn’t believe what was.

Opening the door of Il Convento, a splash of red and then, a bajillion artifacts from all over the world.
Every corner, equally interesting and provocative.

On the outside, it’s just a simple stone building, nothing-to-see here kind of architecture, (except I find even the dullest anything in Italy gorgeous) but then you feel like Alice dropping into Wonderland, opening the door into a seriously interesting and quirky art collector’s mind. Artifacts and folk art and textiles from Africa, Mexico and India, and other places the owers have visited on their extensive travels. Antiques, carved figures, paintings, sculpture, and more than 1,000 books make each of the theme rooms and common areas a visual party. No nook, no cranny has been left unadorned. There are unlimited places to read, meditate or just take in the atmosphere and chill.

And then there are the plants and flowers. Every outdoor space is filled with pots of lavender, succulents, colorful blooms. There are pomegranate trees, palm trees, and cactus. An Olympic sized pool beckons, surrounded by a drool-worthy setting you’d find at a spa you couldn’t afford.

The garden near the pool, of the many, many gardens, both container and earth-bound that made this place so spectacular.

 

Breakfast of champions. I was hoping this would be waiting for me when I arrived home, but no such luck.
A typical dinner. Salad was fresh and beautiful. Prawns, not my thing, but our table was swooning. Not photographed was the simple homemade pasta with a Pomodoro sauce and basil. Delizioso!

Did I forget to mention the food, Pierluigi, the warm and talented chef creates a full breakfast buffet burgeoning with pastries and irresistible breads and 10 jams and homemade granola and just made juices. Dinners were beautifully prepared and attentively served and careful thought was paid to the finicky (me). If this is how monks live, sign me up. I’d be remiss not to mention Athena, the owner of this property, who lovingly restored the convent, with her husband, the late Lord Alistaire McAlpine, to its current perfection. Shortly after it was finished, she lost Alistair to heart disease, but his design aesthetic and love of art, books and curio are present everywhere. And then there was Gloria. Gloria is a warm and lovely mid-sized white shepard-ish looking dog, who guards her home and welcomes guests like the concierge she is. She even did yoga with us.

Gloria, overseeing the fabulous food coming out of the kitchen.
Stacks and stacks of earthenware on a shelf in the kitchen. I wanted to steal it all.

 

The cozy room we all retired to after dinner to talk and laugh and yup, drink more wine.

This is a unique and magical and crazy amazing hotel. The kind of place you might see in a wacky movie, or in a dream. The kind of place you just have to visit to really believe. And pictures do not replace a thousand words here. There was no way to capture this oasis on film or video. The grandeur can only be appreciated in person.

Our wonderful little group of intrepid travelers who all love yoga laughing, food, wine and the out-of-the ordinary.

Gratitude for the unusual. I live for an experience like this, that both surprises, amuses and leaves you breathless.

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Linda and Jonathan of Morso Siggiorno, saying goodbye to Athena, the owner of the unusual and extraordinary Il Convento.

3 thoughts on “gratitude-a-thon day 2075: the unusual (part one)

  1. I love a good travelogue, & this was all that & more. Beautiful pics to go with just the right words to paint a wonderful portrait.

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